Travel Journal #1:
For the first time in years I ve got a sense of feeling a quaint connection with the universe. At this very moment I am beginning to realize the grossness of our existence, the absence of subtle yet profound experiences in the lap of nature, under a clear sky, on the grass, on the riverside or on top of a tree. The childhood memories of sky gazing had been deliberately wished to be buried with the weapon of time. But looks like time couldn't conquer this one. Perhaps the intensity of the impression of enigmatic skies has been too deep to be withered away. The glimpse of the same sight of beauty again after ages has opened up all the layers with which I had chosen to bury myself in for reasons unknown even to myself. This sight forces me to question the consciousness with which I am living, with which most of us are choosing to live with today.